Long poem by
Demetrios Trifiatis | Details |
(one of the two Delphic commands of Apollo)
For years before the narrow windows of my senses
Trying to pierce the nebulous world of outer reality,
Hoping to find GOD,
One year was following the other but I was:
I was lost in the tenebrous world of materiality’s
While the true essence of things, evasive
Persistently escaped the grasp of my confused
Unable to see behind the impenetrable veil
And disappointed with reason’s constant
My impatient voice towards the starry heavens I lifted,
Where are Thee, oh LORD?
For I have been seeking for Thee so many years now,
But I have found Thee not!
I have kept my eyes wide-open in order to see,
As many colors of Thy creation as possible,
And not even for a moment have I shut them,
For fear I missed Thy resplendent light,
But I saw Thee not!
I have kept my ears wide-open in order to hear
As many sounds of Thy creation as possible,
And not even for a second have I covered them up
For fear I missed Thy sacred voice,
But I heard Thee not!
I have kept my hands extended in order to touch
As many things of Thy creation as possible
And not even for a minute have I held them back,
For fear I missed Thy spiritual touch
But I touched Thee not!
I have kept my nostrils wide-open in order to scent
As many perfumes of Thy creation as possible
And not even for an instant have I held my breath
For fear I missed Thy holy aroma
But I scent Thee not!
I have become a famed gourmet in order to taste
As many delicacies of Thy creation as possible
And not even for an hour have I withheld my appetite
For fear I missed Thy heavenly feast
But I tasted Thee not!
Then, the thunderous voice of the Lord,
Coming deep down from the twilight of time,
Tearing the eternal heavens apart
Answered me and said:
Dear innocent child of Mine; hasn’t time taught you,
That I am neither to be seen by eyes
Nor to be heard by ears?
That I am not to be touched by hands
Nor to be scent by nostrils?
That I am not to be tasted by palates
But I am only to be felt by enraptured hearts?
Trembling and puzzled, in a shaky timid voice,
I dared ask:
How could this be done, oh Lord?
For I am so weak and ignorant, I do not know
And the compassionate voice of the Lord answered me
Don’t call yourself weak and ignorant for
I have endowed you with power and knowledge
You have only to unearth this incalculable treasure
Hidden deep down in your soul and you will be
In touch with Me, with eternity, with the universal law,
With the light, with the truth and every single existence,
But first you have to listen carefully to what I command:
Close your eyes for they cannot see Me
And cover your ears for they cannot hear Me
Pull back your hands for they cannot touch Me
And hold your breath for it cannot scent Me
Shut your mouth for it cannot taste me
And stand completely still in order for you
To sense Me
At once I rushed to Obey His divine command, so:
I closed my eyes and saw no more
And covered my ears and heard no more
I pull back my hands and touched no more
And held my breath and scent no more
I shut my mouth and tasted no more
And stood dead still for a moment,
Just for a moment alone!
I felt His ethereal presence enveloping my heart
And I saw His celestial light caressing my mind
And I heard His heavenly voice calling to my spirit
And I touched His angelic essence with my elated thought
And I scent His seraphic aroma with my sacred, now, breath
And I tasted His rapturous divinity with my blissful soul.
Then, immendiatly, the gates of revelation opened their
And in a magnificent lofty parade, in front of my soul’s
The mysteries of life, one by one, were unveiled to the last
Thus making everything known.
And now my enraptured self, jubilant before the eternal truth,
In ecstasy exclaims:
Thank you, oh Lord for showing me Thy blessed Essence,
Thank Thee, for I know Thee now!
And the Lord enigmatically smiled at me and with His
Divine thought tenderly declared:
No my loving child, you only know YOURSELF!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis
Long poem by
Edlynn Nau | Details | . You can read it on PoetrySoup.com' st_url='http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/dont_feed_the_particles_in_the_zoo_699441' st_title='DON'T FEED THE PARTICLES IN THE ZOO'>
DON'T FEED THE PARTICLES IN THE ZOO
What particles ARE, with this list of ARE NOTS,
ARE listed below to peruse in your thoughts.
Mesons AREN'T plural for multiple mice.
Baryons AREN'T picked for a pie just to slice.
Neutrinos AREN'T Newts and Leptons don't leap.
Muons AREN'T kittens that mew in their sleep.
Electrons WON'T fry you to particle vapor.
Gluons WON'T stick you, down to your paper.
Gravitons AREN'T gravy nor dug from a grave.
Tachyons AREN'T tacky in clothes you won't save.
The Tau's AREN'T an Empire with power to wield.
Bosons AREN'T bossy while out in their field.
Fermions, ALL TWELVE, while The MATTER endorse,
the Bosons, OF FIVE, are Carries of FORCE.
Fermions WON'T be, in same-place-at-same-time,
But Bosons WILL be, it's their paradigm.
While some Quarks ARE Uppers and some let you Down.
Some ARE true Toppers with Bottoms profound.
Some DO act Strangely, while others have Charm.
Mass, charge, spin, and color, ARE features they arm.
Leptons ARE in "flavors" that can be most tasteful.
What they ARE in decay is not at all wasteful.
There ARE three generations that change what they weigh.
And they ARE very different in how they decay.
Electrons ARE stable with common precision.
While Muons and Taus ARE made in collision.
NO strong interactions these Leptons will take.
Yet they're subject to basics, make NO mistake.
Photons ARE particles AND waves of light.
Gluons ARE binding in matter, just right.
"W's" ARE weak in their force, it is true!
So ARE the "Z's," who are last at the zoo.
The Higgs, IS a boson that's so elusive.
What boson it is, IS not so conclusive.
We know IT's a particle with zero spin.
IT's got positive parity from deep within.
Now that you know what particles ARE NOT,
And what some likely ARE, it can help quite a lot.
Some things ARE tiny and invisible too.
They ARE dancing about in the particle zoo.
So MANY zoo particles for you to know.
In a zoo of a SECRET particle show.
Come SEARCH for particles, if brave and you dare.
But DON'T feed the particles, while you are there!
May 26, 2015
Copyright © Edlynn Nau
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
Earth's diverse Trees of Tribes
mentor ecotherapy with me,
echoing sighing resonant waves of wisdom
surfing through lunar waxing-waning forests
of humanly divine burning nuclear bushes.
boundary wu-wei issues
waving functions and frequencies,
tipping wild-flowering forms with full-color frequencies,
soaring summer's Yangish fired threat of melting ashes,
without winter's quenching white snow and ice-packed
hypothermic branches of purgation
composting Autumn's ReGenesis windfall harvest
from Spring's succulent soil
decomposing well-being eco-therapeutic nutrients.
Growing new council ribbon-rings in this EarthTribe Tree,
new leaves of wild grass-fed hope,
new polyculturing metamorphing
Beloved Climax Community Development Organic Compost,
newly incarnating through multisystemic ReGenesis Projects,
responsively coincidental tree hierarchies
reversed appositionally and synergetically
in bipolar-balancing root systemic
nutrition-compost networks of bionic information,
positive with negative images, analogy, ecological systems,
resolving reverse-e-v-i-L dissonant non-relational place,
non-polynomial race toward entropy.
New rings emerge newly resonant flows and flues,
flutes and fruits,
new frowns but also newly ripening fruit
for Eden's permaculturing harvest,
then seeding yet another ring.
Ecological Yin-virtue rings incarnating,
inviting and absorbing,
economically slow-growth sustainable Yang-value branches.
SuperEco's lunar cycling virtues,
photosynthetically in-forming eco-norms,
optimizing solar-fusing systemic values.
How could Earth's Trees and Tribes not care enough
my world's story,
my Self-Other Trees of Life Story?
Why do I struggle to care enough
to new you in to my full-moon dreams
of flight and permaculturing fantasy,
analogies of new through old negative-positive relational design,
unbranching paradigms and generations
racing straight through core rooted
universal space and time?
I love our wild yeast willingness to evolve
active resonance and peaceful swaying branches,
songs and dances,
but can't say the same for overly domesticated
left-brain dominant willfullness
to exchange our SuperEco belonging
for side-by-side struggling
and discontenting ego-fulfillment longing,
failing to see and hear and feel karma's becoming
with incarnate natural, organic, simple,
actively peaceful and contenting-informing
Primal Being together here with now
feeds my soul to yours,
and ours to mine to ours refined,
wild Being escaping Left-brained dominance
with stir-flying race toward more balanced integrity,
natural nutrients and cycles and systems
and non-violent language,
and comprehensive growth of compendious EcoValue transactions,
mentoring our stories and praxis and intent with mutual care,
polycultural Wisdom Council
of natural permaculturing content,
optimetric (0)-rooting Fullerian prime function.
We try and test and stretch,
tip and trim our tabs
to see and hear and feel beyond the end
of our egocentric noses and dicks,
hearts and minds,
especially with those with whom we live,
those who show me day to day
ebbs and flows of feelings
faith and despair,
patients and patience,
timely cosmic-humor balancing awareness.
Why do we each and all together share this life expanding stretch?
If we can grow our SuperEco
compassionately mindful love
within ourselves and among our familial friendly selves,
for our highly amusing ego-tipping and flowing
swimming flights toward active peace mentoring without,
then among our friends,
then our vocational relationships to Earth
and all EarthTribe Species,
then our Omega Points coincidentally and synergetically
to Here and Now full living
as Yang with Yin's optimal Left-Right balance
Left's convex productive leaves and branches,
seeding Right's concavely enculturing
(0)-core root natural SuperEco-MetaSystemic
ReGenerating Projecting Incarnation,
ReGenerously Projective EcoJustice
foresting trees of reconnecting
learning our diversely cooperative
Win-Win Universal Game Theorem.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck
Long poem by
Poetryof Providence | Details |
You have fixed all movements within time
every trails destination have you outlined
no creature can operate outside its rule
the regulations of the cosmos no man can overrule
You oh Jah are the former of our clay
little have you asked but learn to love your way
forsake us will you never only we can turn away
ever open are your promises beckoning us to stay
you have sent your voice gently into the wind
to inform us all of the future YOU intend
the invitations are being sealed until the end
from your throne itself did they descend
Oh governor of Israel your servants have a task
to walk the path of truth false religion to unmask
upon Christ's shoulders all government shall come
peace on earth completed when your will is done
all the histories show every ruler of men
foster violence , injustice , hatred greed and sin
their arsenal of weapons their intentions a crime
full detonation is only a matter of time
fomentation of terror false stories do they use
lie to their own citizens calumny as news
misleading of the nations earths peoples do abuse
to pursue the cause of justice do refuse
I can hear the weeping , the cries have filled my ears
earthwide is the suffering , children daily live with tears
famine and starvation , disease wars and fears
past the point of denial , left to us extinction nears
Without Gods intervention mankind would not survive
those holding the power don't care if you remain alive
your slavery is their fuel so in wealth they thrive
for power and pleasure is the focus of their drive
Earths current calamites occurring as was foretold
materialism and technology sought for just like gold
every form of promiscuity ones body has been sold
violence and crimes and hatred in characters taken hold
Everything you plan to your children you do inform
the blueprint for the future your purpose to perform
every framework and design will earthly place transform
a government that loves on the verge of being born
No other fathers instructions have been so clear
every happiness conceived planned on placing here
from the beginning you have designed what was to come
the implementation and time taken it to be done
You designed the blueprint of the children you would raise
those who alongside Jesus and his character displays
anointed and appointed to serve everlasting days
who will rule the nations teach them all your ways
As sure as a refiners fire separates the gold
a razors edge on the sword of truth foretold
the forger of the weapon the right-hand of God
until his governors in his footsteps fully trod
From the heavens true justice will descend
incorruptible who mankind's tyranny will end
will remove all oppression and little ones defend
of its loving-kindness and mercy can everyone depend
Every prophet from beginning the kingdom given voice
that between life and death you have been given choice
installation of its kings is drawing very near
God who by Christ Jesus expressed intentions very clear
No child will ever hunger in this place
every physical infirmity and disease effaced
every sorrow and mourning with joy replaced
and even death itself has been erased
These promises God has through Christ demonstrated
for its fulfillment have his servants ever waited
where happiness and bliss lives in every home
the original design that exalts this throne
Your work oh Jah I magnify , joy and blessings bring
all glorious and majestic , crowning of your King
through him and his companions praise on earth will ring
of its exaltation those who love him sing
Gen. 1 & 2 Isaiah 9:1-7 , 11, 13:9-13,
16:5 , 24,35 , 55 , 65:17-25
Zec 9:9-17 Gospel parables of the Kingdom
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Copyright © Poetryof Providence
Long poem by
T Wignesan | Details |
The Deception of Free Verse: Dreams I, Translation of Etiemble’s L’imposture du vers libre by T. Wignesan
(From René Etiemble’s only poetry collection: le Coeur et la cendre: soixante ans de poésie (the heart and the ash sixty years of poetry). Paris: Les deux animaux, 1984, pp. 123-126.)
Yet He, who contemplated his incandescent world
and the sterile streaming
of the lava,
drunk with the swirling of the primal incense
His shape, during that period, took on all forms
ten thousand beings milling in him, inexistants;
the amoebas mixed with gigantosaurs
awaiting the hour
of the amoebagigantosaurs.
How you were divine, God, before the Creation
of your own non-being,
before your sacrifice, your suicide,
how divinely monstrous:
I see you such as I was you in your entrails
all the bodies of all the fishes in all the seas in all ponds,
blossoming on greenish scales of mackerels, the fins
shining on roaches
and red fish,
in all the wings in all the albatrosses feathery
in all the skies,
the wings of all the chicken,
walking on the thousand feet of all the scolopenders
on the four hairy columns of mammoths,
of rough rhinoceroses
on the four legs of lambs
on the two feet of all pterodactyls
of all ducks,
of all humans,
on the rings of all the earthworms.
Your voice which charms deaf rocks more
than songs of future sirens
sometimes raucously roared;
your caresses bill-cooing turtle-doves
when your ten thouand mouths opened.
hermophrodite inseminated by its universal sperm
bearing plants and beasts, all
and the woman whose womb as yet to be formed
dreamed in this way:
The scintillating effervescence of granite, of basalts,
freeze into position thus:
Mountains of rock, organs of Titan, cristals of fire.
Collapsing clouds, rapid cataracts
tumble down abrupt stony walls.
The earth swells valleys
mother earth made pregnant by ferns of great shadows.
Ocean rivers sweep along continents
open into flanks of mountains’ heroic holes
pour a freshness of love on thirsty roots…
the first pollen grain pollutes the first pistil.
The first flesh dazzled by the light
sketches the quiverings of joy that will be.
Two lives lie in the wet clay
ten thousand lives.
The eye – without becoming the enormous dreamer –
closes over this total image of its death
sees the saurian ichthyophages
horned beaks with sharp teeth
all the theory of winged horses
men without wings
And I, on this earth where I was dropped by mistake
In your dream
however much I raised my eyes higher than the clouds,
however much I scrutinised the celestial transparence
however much I could recall the person who in your
entrails I was as you
no more do I see your face in its ten thousand true
nothing more do I hear
the rustling of so many snowy and metallic scales over
so many feathers.
“No! No! Not this reckless Golgotha!
God! You are mistaken.
God! I surrender myself (only) to you yourself.”
But the winds wailed with the wolves
“Just as well!”
At last my egoism refuses to accept the cross the spear
and the sponge
with the venom
Why then every evening the same stars
entice themselves into the self-same ponds?
Stars, make yourselves scarce!
I know all about you and your promenades.
Too docile, horses offer their jaw bits on flanks where
spurs caress the necks.
Water which flows so miraculously so fastidiously servile:
seas part themselves,
alcarazas freeze lips.
Every night when fatigue overcomes me with sleep
retracts its golden claws in order not to derange my
Drunk with power
like a Ceasar like a Nero like a Caligula
I make myself small
“O! such as I was you in your entrails
allow me the remembrance and the regret.”
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Copyright © T Wignesan
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
What purpose do I choose to live;
remaining aloof from evil practice and intent?
What meaning can we find to live,
that could transcend our individual absence of identity?
Original Intent uncovers love's revolutionary invitation
into mutual belonging.
What is this love, synergy, active peace-filling justice
of mindful compassion and contentment
here and now extending forward and backward
across all times and distinctions of identity?
Perfect love voids anger and fear,
confluent confidence overwhelmingly absorbing dissonance
as difference from confluence
into primally resolving frequencies,
functionally comprehensive contentment.
Anger dissipates without an enemy to target
through proactive and generously proportioned kindness,
balanced Id/SuperEco value,
as double-binding negative vortex
revolutioning over positive (0)-Soul Teleological Prime Relationship
Fear fades coincidentally
as love fulfills its trembling place,
as live subsumes our rumbling space.
Despair grows naked without tools or weapons,
merely minds and hearts and bodies,
interdependent natural systems,
to organically transform our metamorphic trace,
confining dissonating heat to sweaty race,
and challenges intending long-term primal wrestling,
co-challenges within timeless Golden Eco-NormicWe Relationship.
Edenic life ionically balances ergodic recreation,
finding humor in ego's hateful quaking,
double-binding double-negative monoculture
of Lose-Lose mutually mindless monopolistic dis-ecosystems.
original over-deductive sin,
omitting half our good and bad potential,
intuitively discovered as only half-bad,
not not Original Intent
of Polyculturally Multisystemic Harmony.
This prime relationship
between eco-logical mind and eco-normic heart
invest in what you and we all love most,
to disinvest in fear.
like human DNA-live organic relationships,
swallowing backward-e-v-i-l monotemporal wrong directions,
biological folding and unfolding,
bellowing passive-solar nuclear fusion of mind and heart.
Just-Right Vitamin D counteracts Despair.
Actively cooperative economic design,
fuel polyculturally multisystemic therapy,
as competitive Lose-Lose overly-sustained practices
silos of mortal fear,
feeding into monopolistic
monocultures of Black Hole entropic misappropriation,
and socioeconomic pathology--
fear and unredeemable loss.
Black Hole economic competition
never ends with enough for ME.
Ecological binding cooperation
never ends without sufficiency for WE,
consumers and producers,
regenerators and redeemers.
If we don't fly apart first,
we might learn to fly and swim together
in abundantly nutritional organic markets
with permaculturally optimized design,
square rooted in full-living functional values
relationships appositionally tipping,
swaying and dancing,
smooth-structured away from mortally feared dissonance,
toward WEself-identity confluence.
Within and on,
under and over,
before and after,
above and below
this Carnival Midway's natural systemic Tao,
Evil is to dissonant-revol..., eco-fear and echoing anger,
as live's fullness becomes lover;
as alien competitors and fearfully dark new moons
absorb ionic re-balancing FullMoon redeemer-power,
each in its full-humored season,
and subject to at least some reason.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
Our body is only a cloak,
seek the one who has dressed you,
heed not the dress.
My form dresses our shared purpose,
I seek this SuperEco who has formed our cooperative
and synergetic vocational meaning,
not my ego's magically imagined id-entity.
Yet I remain distracted and confused
by this magic illusion of constancy that grows "me."
I watch with egocentric fascination and delight,
alarm and dismay,
applauding my own virtuoso comedic protagonist bright sight
for creating personal drama from epic opera's stage.
My body forms "self" comprehension
that our integrated ecologic
understands regenerative intuition
magic and spells
alchemy and Golden Ratios
as our eternal 0-summed Here and Now unfolding
evolving each natural system's spiritual reincarnation
of time's coded cultural narrative string
back through space,
forward toward our future generations.
Midway means nothing to infinity.
Here and Now comprehends eternal form
as spatial function
unraveling permacultural implications
back through languaged information
logistical trees and Game Theory reverse hierarchies
tipping boundary Trim Tabbing poignant dissonance
of synergetic Tao Prime Relationship:
my identity is to SuperEco
as Yin longs for Yang's convexed warm embrace,
as +/-(0)-summed personal investment,
evolves +1.00% QBit ecological regenerative optimization design
and teleological meaning.
My (0)-balancing body's formed economy reveals
our comprehensive positive CQI ecotherapeutic
trend and story,
narrative strings and cultural tales,
encoded neural networks of primal function
and bicameral ethology,
polycultural communities mentoring permacultural design
resolving Primal Resonance with Original Intent,
eco-centric "Self" identity with SuperEco's
Fractal-Unitarian Tao Metasystem of Universal Co-Comprehensive Balancing ntelligence,
or Taoist Universalism,
should we need a shorter label,
and another "ism,"
then Zeroism may culturally evolve just as well,
where science rejoins religion
wonderously prehending this magic we are
predicting our Beloved Climax Community future.
My body comprehends this convex cloak
seeking SuperEco Dynamic System concaved within to dress this ego,
to heed our Elder natural systems
Here and Now regeneratively encoding
transcending incommensurable paradigms and language.
My co-prehended form resonates ecological function and design,
like a hot bath absorbing hypothermic disease
to give birth to our emergent Beloved Community
of Mutual Redeemers
mentoring economic ecologic.
Absorb rich Dark Holed composting primal relationship
of Yang-space with Yin-Time
to radiate SuperEco's brightest light together.
To increase comprehensive harmonic depth
turn off the lights,
extraction of fading natural resources,
learn to cooperatively dream of full-moon nights
and rainbows of partly-cloudy sun-fueled days.
with bicamerally balancing brains
are Here and Now (0)-centric information
pointing toward SuperEco's prime regenerative relationship.
Form greets Function
as space meets time
as Here redeems Now,
karmic graceful gift of Earth's Eco-centric presence.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
Futility of Contention
absorbs into Utility of Contentment.
To preserve wholeness, mutually accommodate;
yielding preserves whole.
To become straight, you must begin bent;
bent potentiates straight.
To become filled, its best to begin hollow;
hollow optimizes full.
To become renewed, notice your tattered being,
dissonance resolves toward renewed confluence.
To become possessive, notice what you want,
possessions double-bind prehension.
To become confused, notice your exhaustive riches,
hoarders grow confused, dis-eased.
Therefore the Sage embraces the One Positive Polynomial;
Midway PositivelyNegative Zero,
And becomes the polyculturing model of the world.
She does not reveal herself,
And he is therefore luminous.
She does not justify herself,
And he is therefore far-famed.
She does not boast of herself,
And therefore people give him credit.
She does not pride herself,
And is therefore the chief among bicamerally balancing men.
It is because we do not compete
That no one in the world can discontent,
Yin yield preserves Yang wholeness health.
We might most abundantly,
comprehend Yang as optimizing ergodic community economic developer,
while also prehending Yin as revolutionarily ionic communication's functional designer,
implicating regeneration through intuitive comprehension,
of each moment's,
each revolution's dually-manifest destiny.
Primal original intent of ionic-ergodic function
to sustain Prime Relationship balance:
of Plan A with Plan B Harmony (B. Fuller),
Yang with Yin balance,
Polynomial with NotNotPolynomial Informating Eco-normics,
Brahman with WombWe, wu-wei chi becoming.
It's not so much that most of us have mental health issues,
its more like mental dis-ease is our issue;
primary functional concern.
Body decay and loss,
abuse and neglect,
are our more fundamentally optimal opportunity
to respond to formative issues,
human natured development.
Mental health is more of an aesthetic-intuitive,
symmetric and proportional,
between SuperEco and independent Ego's Self-IdEntity,
while body health is our coincidental peace with justice challenge,
content of polycultural development.
We are improved well-being prospects, projects,
listeners to dissonance between Ego's Left hemisphere
and our SuperEco right-brained
full scale octaves,
fractal frequencies and functions,
both metaphysical-metasystemic polynomial-polypathic within,
and physical polycultural SuperEco Universe without.
We could do better
were we to understand "permaculture" paradigm,
not only as an organic frame for designing,
but also an inclusive development through harvest feedback process
to mutually develop polycultural environments
and polypathic regenerative redeemer economies
of natural health systems
with Manifest Dual-Destiny,
Dark Holistic Elders past
shooting stars through future's primal light.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck
Long poem by
Scott Bronner | Details |
Since eternity past God the Father Son & Holy Spirit dwelled in unity and sweet fellowship.
Then Three-In-One decided to make a marvelous universe with an earth for life to dwell.
Creating an amazing array of creatures was the easy part – the risk was on the last made.
For unlike other creatures, man & woman were made in God's likeness with a Spirit.
That Spirit communicated with God, and harmony reigned as earth was well cared for.
Freedom to do was great – limited by but one tree that the humans were not to ear from.
At that tree, Satan disguised himself as an innocent snake and asked the woman questions.
Did God really say don't eat from this tree? Well, that's to keep you from becoming like Him.
Look its fruit is beautiful and one bite and you'll know what God does and be Jehovah's equal.
Eve was confused, for this didn't sound like what Adam said God told her, but wouldn't it be grand.
If God is so good, why would he keep this secret from us of being able to be like Him – is He jealous?
The firm, juicy fruit was indeed delicious, and she quickly called Adam to taste, which soon he did.
A small act? Every war, family problem, anger, hatred, lie, killing, stealing, rape, abuse came herefrom.
The beauty of God's creation was now marred with sin that affected every part with death and decay.
God graciously gave Adam & Eve animal skins for no longer would they live in Eden's perfect climate.
From now on there would be sweat for the food they ate and exceedingly great pain during childbirth.
Even their firstborn would murder their second, starting the cycle of revenge and killing that's ongoing.
Yet God also made a promise that one would come who would crush Satan's head while being bruised.
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God" clues us in to who.
For God's Son Himself would come to teach, heal and offer His life on a Cross to destroy our death curse.
Our sins He would bear and in rising He's seal the promise of eternal life, so great we Jesus' love for us.
For Jesus the cost was unbelievably high, and for us the reward is incredibly great – if we but accept.
Accept that I am a sinner, I've done wrong and need God's forgiveness to live with His perfection.
Accept that Jesus can do what I cannot – change my heart, make my Spirit alive to forever live with God.
This being GOD, the promise of heaven and new earth is sure, though pain lies in between. Choose now.
For GOD and all creation cry out – this is what life is meant for – to know and love One's Maker.
As humans we live eternally with or apart from God, and His great desire is that we choose with.
But just as an earthly Father cannot force true love, nor does our Heavenly Father – He waits.
Though He made all and knows beginning from end, he waits and yearns that we receive His love.
Then love and be loved by Jesus in life's harshness & delight, sharing that love with other lost children
To work in harmony with the One who made us, makes life new again as our spirit is filled with new life.
There can be dry days when we don't feel His presence, and others so full that we want to shout for joy.
The fact is Our Father GOD, our Savior Jesus, the Holy Spirit, are always with us and never will leave us. Amen.
Copyright © Scott Bronner
Long poem by
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some fast... some slow
All right stop,
hear me out and listen
Mountain outta nothing,
Mother Nature's invention
Deep within the earth,
pressure grows tightly
The molten lava flows,
daily and nightly
Looking to escape,
gotta find a place to go
An unexpected pop,
or a never ceasing flow
or a bursting burning vandal
Spewing rock and gas,
or a deadly dripping candle
erie calm then cataclysmic boom
a deadly poisonous mushroom
Deadly fiery mass,
a leaping rock lava melody
Spreading ash for miles,
a majestic tragedy
When the mountain ignites,
betta get out of her way
In a matter of moments,
she'll make night outta day
Yo.. study and try to solve it
A spontaneous temper tantrum,
no way to resolve it
Volcanic explosive debris,
andesite and dacite rock
Goes off when she wants,
oh no.. not set to your clock
Mayon Volcano Philippines,
and Mount Fuji in Japan
Part of the "Rim of Fire",
that still amazes modern man
The majesty of Mount Rainer,
lies in Washington state
Pillar into the sky,
jaw dropping she's so great
Conical rough hued mountain,
so steep at the vent
A composite volcano,
BAM.. an explosive event!
Cinder cone volcano,
gets its name from falling ash
What goes up in smoke,
comes down in smoldering crash
Steep slopes like a Composite,
but its flat at the top
Much smaller than a Shield,
less deadly in its fiery pop
But what's truly outstanding,
how quick this mount can grow
In 9 years from that 43' cornfield,
the magnificent Paricutin in Mexico
There's the Sunset Crater in Arizona,
Lava Butte in Oregon
These treasures known for beauty,
and much less for brawn
incredibly powerful without jumping
Mountain continually grows,
as liquid fire keeps pumping
Heat beyond belief, boiling river..
there's no mistaking
Takes out everything in its path,
no lying, I'm not faking
Slow dancing combustion,
that forms layers of smooth rock
A night and day red rumble,
a never ceasing tick tock
She's a five degree angle,
of two thousand degree basalt
Her flow over many miles,
a deadly unrelenting assault
Magma from the mantle burns,
a hole in lithospheric plate
A flaming searing inferno,
a blazing scorching lake
Mauna Loa and Kilauea,
spatter ramparts curtains of fire
These are Hawaii's highest peaks,
and tourist great desire.
But the tallest of all,
on the Red Planet ya see its scars
Higher than three Mount Everest,
Olympus Mons of Mars
She once was a warrior in battle,
unceasing and aglow
Advancing and defeating,
the most massive shield volcano!
But ya can't talk volcanos,
leave Mount Saint Helen's off da map
Wouldn't be good science,
no rhyme to reason in dat info rap
She was the most notorious catastrophic eruption,
May 18, 1980
A massive debris avalanche,
was triggered by this angry lady
The most destructive in US history,
"Teach" remembers that day
When it "snowed" ash across America,
in the middle of May.
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